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What the shit, Vancouver. How did you lose all three games at home? You were supposed to be hockey Mecca. I'm not even upset, I'm just... disappointed; that's even worse. (It's all on you, Montréal. Don't leave me hangin', yo.)

I love my physics cheat sheets, but I hate writing them up. I hate, more, writing them up in favor of watching my team get massacred play. I'm still amazed by my ability to write so microscopically. A month's worth of notes crammed onto one side of a sheet of paper? Jesus.

I have no idea how to write my AN skit. It's based on a joke, but should I make it serious and dramatic, or be like "HEY THIS IS WHAT'S GOING ON" right at the beginning? On the one hand, I'm afraid if I'm serious, people won't get that it's a joke, but on the other, if I tell them it's a joke, I'm afraid I'll insult their intelligence. On the third hand (um), if I do it seriously and pull it off, it'll be brilliant. What to do....

Every three-and-a-half weeks, I'm reminded that no matter how much of a horrible tomboy I am, one of the pre-requisites for being a tomboy is being female. In that respect, I'm glad it's a bit chilly tonight; staying curled up in a ball to relieve pain is much more difficult when it's hot and sticky out.

Today wasn't all that special. I'm glad I'm tired and it's over. I'll finish the cheat sheet on Thursday morning; I'm going to bed now.